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Dreams – Flash Fiction


She stood face to face with her biggest fear.
Her quickening heart was heading toward explosion; her liquefying knees meant she stood no chance of running away from it; and it seemed that every inch of her porcelain skin and long blond hair was breaking out into a cold sweat.
“I thought that you were going to make my dreams come true?!” she shouted, unblinking, unmoving
“I did” came the sorcerer’s reply
“this is not my biggest dream” she stated, her voice quaking
“according to my powers it is”
“more like a nightmare this one”
“But nightmares are dreams too”


[100 words – Drabble]

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The Boy Who Swallowed a Bubble

I got the idea for this drabble (a 100 word story) from witnessing a little boy eating bubbles. It’s a simple idea and just something a little silly to share.

Once upon a time there was a boy named Gus.

One day, his mother took him to a birthday party.

There was a clown blowing huge humongous bubbles, the kind that lift and sweep you off your feet.

Gus was running around, playing with friends. Laughter and happy screams filled the air. Until Gus swallowed a bubble.

He stopped, shocked and unmoving. Everybody gathered around, wondering what would happen

With bated breath they watched.

Gus Hiccupped.

He began to grow. To balloon out in every direction, whilst all anyone could do was watch.

He grew and grew.

Until he burst.

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22/365 – At Death’s Door

Day 22 – I wrote this surrounded by tissues and tablets, inspired by my own illness. I chose to make it a drabble, so there isn’t a lot of description, and like yesterday’s piece it’s a stream of consciousness. Happy Reading…

It’s consuming my entire body. Feel like I won’t make it through the night; the pain, the dizziness; feel so uncomfortable. My bedside table, an array of tablets and tissues and empty mugs, but there isn’t enough medicine and tea in the world to help cure what I’ve got. My heart beats hard and slow, like it’s gradually giving up, not getting enough blood around my body, letting my skin break out in cold sweats.

My girlfriend gets into bed beside my dying body, I ask how she’ll cope without me, she says,

“Oh man up. It’s just a cold”

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18/365 – We’re Ok

Day 18 – A drabble (exactly 100 words) inspired by Gwen Stefani’s song, ‘I know we’re cool’, about being around an ex, which can sometimes be very awkward indeed…

They looked at each other awkwardly; they were bound to run into each other at some point but Sarah was taken by surprise. While Jack was saying hello to everybody, she just stared at him, as if he was some weird alien. What started out as a kiss between them turned into something good, then something complicated. They started talking as if nothing had happened and the awkwardness just faded away. They had been on one hell of a rollercoaster and after everything that went on they could still be friends. As Sarah left, she whispered “I’m glad we’re cool”


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7/365 – Juicy Lucy

Day 7 – Another drabble, exactly 100 words, this time a little darker in tone. I’ve found that sometimes the dark side is where the best writing is produced…

Part-time stripper, full-time party girl, known to her friends as the bad influence. Voluptuous and curvy, she flaunted her looks to get whatever she wanted. You could just wind her up and watch her go; she was rarely sober, and would kiss every guy who looked her way; setting pulses racing in her skimpy outfits and carefree attitude. She was everybody’s best friend; the easy-going, happy-go-lucky soul. She had the world at her feet, and a smile that beamed happiness.

 I was the one that found her, an empty bottle of Jack, a rainbow of pills and one broken razor.

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3/365 – Seen but not Heard

Day 3 – Consisting of 100 words (known as a Drabble) this was inspired by the phrase that parents often tell their children, “children should be seen and not heard”. Hope you enjoy it.


Sunday dinner at a nice country pub; How thrilling. Sitting in the corner like a good little girl; always seen and never heard just how her daddy wants her to be. Quiet, bored and restless she listens to the adults droning on. Wanting her parents’ attention, she repeatedly utters the words mommy and daddy over and over again. Getting angrier with every word she says; feeling a heat tremble and rise within her; she rises up onto the table, her eyes glaring evil, face red;


Bang goes her head. While her parents without a care continuing chatting.

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